My 21st trip to New Orleans (and 9th Mardi Gras) began early Thursday morning when I helped 3 children get ready for school and dropped them off when the school doors opened at 7:10am (their mother was in Savannah); then I was off to the airport. We landed, and I caught my colleague’s panel on strategic use of media for high profile personal injury cases.  An hour later, we were at Company Burger, site of the infamous “shooting egg” incident last year that ruined my favorite corduroy sportcoat,…

For my 20th trip to New Orleans and my 8th Mardi Gras, I got to do something I’ve wanted to do for over 20 years:  go to one of those fancy pants black tie balls that the various krewes hold.  And because I believe in coming strong, we chose the biggest one, on its 50th anniversary:  the Endymion Extravaganza.  And I got to go with a couple of my favorite travel companions. Why have I been wanting to go to one of these things for 20 years?  Well,…

New Orleans is magic.  I can’t land in New Orleans and not become immediately energized, excited, and free from any concerns that existed upon boarding the plane that carried me there, even if said plane is the second one I’ve boarded that day, because the first one turned around and went back to Atlanta after having major mechanical problems, causing the flight attendants to ask one another if they packed a change of underpants when they were sure no passengers could hear them walking off the jetway.  I…

Having dropped over $1000 for football tickets, we chose not to pay the inflated prices for airfare and elected to rise relatively early on January 1st and drive to New Orleans (after stopping in Montgomery to drop 3 children off at their grandmother’s house).  Did you know that I-10 is so flat that you can exceed 100mph for miles and miles without worrying about a hidden highway patrolman?  I do.  Now you do, too. We arrived at 3pm and had beers before returning to the place where I…